By Jo Paterson
So it’s Christmas; schools have broken up for the holidays,
town centres are crammed full with shoppers and festooned with lights,
Christmas songs dominate radio playlists and you can’t watch anything on tv
without being reminded of what the season is supposed to be about (ie. food,
presents, family, love and celebrating the perfectness of life)... This isn’t a
scroogey Christmas blog where I’m about to say how much I hate all these things
because actually, I love them. I love Christmas.
But what gets me is that according to the world, I’m
supposed to be coupled up, receiving something expensive from my gorgeous
loving boyfriend, spending Saturdays hand in hand with him in town and cold
winter nights cuddling up with him on the sofa. What is it about Christmas that
fills us with dread at the prospect of being alone? Christmas is all about
being together, the media tell us, and I know that that is about family and
friends and community. But we’re also pummelled with the idea that our
Christmas isn’t perfect without an adoring other half to complete us.